Novel & Cerita Funny Valentines Death

They had won the war, but at what expense? The pack mourned, everyone trying to console each other, but Valeria didn’t want to be consoled. She gave out orders strongly, but everyone knew she was dying inside. The process was ready, and they finally gave him a benefitting burial. After the burial, Valeria looked at the pouring rain. Everyone always says when a loved one dies and rain falls, it means they are smiling down at you. Is Damien smiling down at her right now? Is he proud of her or angry with her for not trying her hardest to save him?

A few seconds later, the car exploded, scattering bits of metal into the air. I fell on the floor, sobbing, holding Leo against my chest, my chest pounding too hard as I struggled to breathe. Valerie was dead and she had left behind two beautiful children. Luca took me into his arms, pressing the two children between us. “Alina? Valerie left you a message before she died. And you won’t believe what it says.” Valerie had suffered all her life, and now she had died violently. What did she have to say from the grave?

* Tomorrow never came for either of us. A photo slips free—Valentina and Dr. Martinez at a medical conference, Elena lurking in the background like a beautifully dressed vulture. The same expression she wears now, strutting into my stolen home wearing the exact shade of lipstick Valentina wore the day she died. "Santa Muerte sends regards." The words whisper past her false smile as she embraces me. I dig Valentina's manicured nails into my palms, letting the pain ground me. "How thoughtful of her to remember me."

Her knuckles were white as she stared at the screen, watching her life being lived by a pretender. She watched Antonio whisper something into Clara’s ear, making her giggle, the same move he had used on Isabella a thousand times. "Look at them, Valencia," I said into the intercom, my voice filling the gym like a dark prayer. "Look at how happy they are now that you are dead. They aren't mourning. They are celebrating the fact that they got away with it. They are using your daughter as a prop for their perfect family narrative." Valencia’s head snapped toward the gallery. Her eyes were wide, bloodshot with a cocktail of grief and murderous intent.

“Fine. Fine. I’m not marrying Claude. You’re the one I’ve always loved.” She grabbed a mug from the table and hurled it at me. Blood gushed from the corner of my forehead and streamed down my brow. Valerie’s chest heaved violently. “Cyrus is going to swallow pills and kill himself. If anything happens to him, Claude, I’ll make you pay!” How utterly ironic. I felt a deep, aching pain in my heart. I could barely swallow because of the bitterness in my throat. “Mr. Charlton, it looks like she has also agreed to cancel tomorrow’s wedding.”

She looked sick. Valerie opened her mouth to reply but Maya beats her to it. “Oh, that's because the birthday of our late queen has just passed. Since then Valerie is feeling low.” Hearing the reply, Valentine’s body stiffened. He froze in the mid-bite of pancakes and looked at his sister. Chewing the contents gently, he drank a glass of water. Lola gulps sensing the shift in the air. This isn't going to end well. Suddenly a cold laugh escaped the Italian Don sending everyone in frenzy.

The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act! “He’s been spending all this money on Valentine's Day to see her! I’m not going to be satisfied until I skin that fox alive!” The group of women trailing behind her echoed after her, “That woman must have a death wish to try to steal Amora Smith’s man!” “We’re going to make her regret ever being born!” I stayed in my seat and braced myself for the rowdy scene I was about to witness. This group of people seemed like the bad sort. Whoever they were after was going to be in a world of trouble.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

If she couldn't get the password soon he isn't the only one dying here but her too. She gulped and shrugged off the negativity to focus on what laid in front of her. She knew very well that she needed to rush and panicking and being scared would only waste her time and lower her chance of getting the pin lock. Valentine started firing too, aiming for the head or heart for quick death. He isn't sure how many bullets he has before he runs out of them. Gun firing was deafening and Angelica was having a hard time keeping her heart together. Valentine killed the two of the front guys but it didn't stop them from approaching them. They used their dead companion's body as a shell.

“Not because of the lights. Or the dress. Or the dancing.” “Then why?” “Because we’re all still here. After everything — we’re here. Together.” Scene – Group Chat, Midnight Tessy: I’m saving every photo. Even the sweaty ones. Leo: Especially the sweaty ones. That’s where the real love lives. Greg: Night, crew. This one’s for the memory vault. Helena: Goodnight, my people. Happy Love Day. ❤️ Scene – Helena’s Journal, After Midnight Dear Me, This Valentine’s wasn’t a fairy tale — it was real.